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There was little over a week left until Lilly and I expected the baby to arrive and I was growing very anxious. Lilly was consistently chewing her nails, something which she'd never done before and I had to pull them from her teeth all the time now because she was practically just biting away, not just her nail, but also her skin. Her showers took a lot longer and on more than one occasion, I've had to go into the bathroom to shoo her out, and I'd find her with her head against the tiled wall, hands supporting her belly with a worried expression. Her nervousness was eating at me as well and I had to solve this problem before I blew a fuse trying to figure out what she was troubling her.

Lilly liked hiding in the nursery when her concern got the best of her and she rarely spoke to me, so I'd leave her in there by herself until she came out for dinner. But that wasn't going to happen today. It was time I stopped being stupid and frightened by that unknown thing I felt around her and just face Lilly and not give up on her. I wasn't like Oliver.

I found Lilly where she usually was, but there was a slight change this time. She was holding something to her chest. I didn't make a sound as I snuck closer, realising what she was immersed in was Beary. Her fingers brushed over the worn brown fur of my teddy and I stifled a laugh as she cutely scrunched her features when she brought it up to her face to inspect a stitch that ran across the top of his muzzle, the result of many fights between Jackson and I where Beary was held hostage. Lilly's head snapped to the side, now looking at me. She must have heard me laugh.

"Jesus, Miley! You gave both of us a heart attack!" Lilly said, dropping Beary to put one hand on her chest and the other on her stomach. Drama queen.

"We need to talk," I informed professionally. Lilly frowned and gave me hurt look.

"You're breaking up with me? I thought what we had was special." Lilly then giggled airily at her joke and I couldn't quite get my head around that little twinge that took place in my chest. Like my heart got an electric shock and only when it experienced these sparks did it actually make me feel as if I was living.

"I won't break up with you if you tell me what's been making you act so out of it," I wagered, sitting down so my back was against the headboard and Lilly's head was by my thigh.

"I'm not hiding it well then, huh?" She sighed.

"You're hopeless at it, Lil. Just look at your nails. There's almost nothing left of 'em!" I said and she fisted her hands, covering up the evidence.

"It's nothing, really." I reached over and raked my fingers through her hair, messing it up, wanting to intentionally annoy her. She swatted at my hands, making small growls of protest, until I sat back and left her with a tangle of knots.

"Okay, now that the lying is done, let's get to the truth," I ordered, smiling knowingly when Lilly scowled at me.

"It's a stupid reason, I... I don't want to tell you." Stubborn little... Lilly caught the look on my face and her eyebrows shot up in surprise and she quickly moved away from me. "Whoa, alright, alright I'll spill!" I waited, hoping my expression wouldn't crumble because of the close to fearful gleam in her eyes. It was so hard to even act mad at her. "It's just... what if-what if I'm not a good mum?"

"Oh, Lilly, Lilly, Lilly," I said with exasperation, ignoring her eye roll as I shook my head in mock disappointment, "You're right, that is a stupid reason – Don't pull that face." She glanced away, feigning innocence. "It's stupid because you are going to be a good mum, the perfect mum. You have studied all the books, all the rules, everything. Most mothers don't bother even doing that and you went the extra mile. Daddy was even impressed with how quickly you picked up on everything, but the most important thing, probably the only thing that really matters, is that you love your baby, and that's all it really needs."

"Oh, Miley, thank you so- oh shit," Lilly cursed, sitting up quickly, hands on her stomach.

"What's wrong?" I asked uneasily, but Lilly didn't reply. I leant forward to see if I could find the issue and became slightly antsy when I caught Lilly's wide and frantic eyes.

"Miley... I think my water just broke."

Fuck.

Lilly lay in a hospital bed, her fingers wrapped tightly around mine as she dealt with contraction pains. She was dilating so rapidly that she was going to be ready to give birth at any minute and the doctors eyed us every once in awhile as they talked amongst themselves. I whispered promises to Lilly about how her baby was going to be perfect, how every spasm of agony was worth it and each time she would nod, her jaw clenched and her breathing coming out in pants. I called Oliver on my cell while daddy exceeded speed limits trying to get Lilly to the hospital in time, and left him probably five messages, telling him if he didn't come and see his child being born, I was going to make him wish he hadn't been born.

My fingers were a nasty shade of purple now, but that was fine by me. Lilly didn't want me to move and I guessed the only way she could make sure I didn't leave was by breaking my fingers in a death grip.

Lilly groaned and the doctor that was going to deliver the baby came rushing over. He lifted the sheet covering Lilly's lower half and then turned to the nurse assisting him.

"She's ready," he said. Lilly wasn't the only one.

The doctor positioned himself between Lilly's legs and commanded her to push.

An exhausted Lilly lay in her hospital bed and I was right beside her, an arm around her as we both gazed down at the blanket clad baby girl in her arms. Her eyes looked just like Lilly's and we had been the first to see them once she stopped crying after the umbilical cord was cut and she was relieved of all blood that was showering her tiny body. Selene Truscott was a beautiful baby, and she stared right at me once she got a good look at her mother and when I reached out to push away some of Lilly's hair that was brushing her cheek, Selene actually grabbed my finger gently and then clutched it tightly, just like Lilly had when she was giving birth. I almost started bawling my eyes out right there. Being witness to such a thing had made me so emotional and Lilly's tears hadn't stopped raining down since she saw Selene, so I supposed that my feelings still reacted identically to Lilly's even after all these years.

"I'm so lucky. I really doubt anything could be more perfect than it is right now," Lilly said softly, her voice hoarse. Her eyes left Selene for the first time in an hour to lock with mine. The adoration that shone, the happiness that overflowed, it was stunning. I could feel something happening, like a pull towards her and I almost stopped resisting to let it guide me, but the door to the hospital room flew open, pausing my motives.

"Oliver?!" Lilly cried and I spun my head around to see the devil himself jogging up to Lilly's side, opposite to me. His arms were raised, as if to hug Lilly, but then his eyes found Selene and he froze.

"That-that's..."

"Your daughter, Selene," Lilly finished, smiling down at her baby. I suddenly felt like an intruder, as if I wasn't meant to be in the family. That's not fair at all.

"Lilly, I'm so sorry I've been such a jerk. I want you in my life again and I'm willing to be a father now. Please forgive me," he said and I wanted to laugh right in his despicable face. Lilly was stronger than that! She wouldn't forget how he abandoned her, how much he made her cry. Oliver wasn't worthy of being in her life again and she knew that. Lilly needed someone who wouldn't run off when things got tough. She knew that wasn't Oliver and she-

"I forgive you." – is too caught up in her love for him to realise what a mistake she's making.

Sigh.